Earl and I just took the boys to Sydney for our first proper holiday since their birth. I was pretty aprehensive. I knew it could go two ways: disaster or awesome. My parents were joining us for the weekend, so I knew we were garenteed some help and rest, but was unsure about the rest.
It was awesome. Sydney is beautiful. I lived there for 4 years and am glad to be home in Melbourne now but I tell you, Sydney is the most gorgeous place to visit. We stayed at Manly on the ocean, then a few days near the Harbour.
The boys slept well at night. The time started off with a marriage retreat, and the boys cried the whole afternoon. We looked at each other and said "We made a mistake". But that night the boys did 10 and 9 hours! And for the rest of our time on our own they were great.
Having Earl around was great. He saw the boys in their lovely morning play and tag teaming made it feel like a break for me too. And I felt like us again. It's strange, things have been a little strained between Earl and I and is the business of normal life I thought it was Earl'S fault. But with time to process I realised that I was feeling more sensitive thsn normal and insecure because I was tired. And that was making me feel needy and upset. And here I was thinking how well I was dealing with the lack of sleep!
So with that figured out most of the strain was gone and we were able to becour usually happy selves.
We went out for food and visited the zoo. And it was better because the boys were there.
People always act a little sorry for me because I have baby twins. They assume that twins are all hard. They are hard. But it is also double blessing. Some things are twice the fun.
That was our holiday.
Twice the fun.